Hey.

If ya’ll have been missing me, like I’m sure you have, it’s because I’ve been doing a lot of working lately.  Today was my seventh shift in a row out of eight.  My stretch is almost over.  I could totally wait tables and not spill a drop in my fucking sleep by this point.  Yesterday I worked a double after staying late the night before, only to wake up this morning and do it again.  That is four straight shifts with only sleep to seperate them.

Which is not so bad since [the place where I work] has finally picked up again.  [The place where I work] has brick floors and walls and a tin roof and a huge fireplace with a hearth.  It’s not the first place people think of to visit on a hot summer day.

This has sucked major balls because Nashville has experienced an unusually mild year.  The summers here are usually sweltering and so heavy with humidity that one might benefit more from gills than lungs.  But, this summer was breezy and constantly in the early 80s.  Autumn brought the breathtaking red, yellow and orange leaves, but it never got very chilly.  It stayed in the mid-70s for weeks and just two days ago it was 80-something degrees. 

Well, all that changed and finally, in November, it’s cold.  A coat at night is now required.  Which means more cheese for B-rizzle.*

So that is why all you’ve heard from me is "ARG! ANGRY!  1/2 THE POPULATION IS STUPID!" and about how some lady called me old.  And my A Peek A Day hasn’t been so peeky.  Or very daily.

But mama’s been earnin’ that bread, babies.  Some days are meant for working, and some days are meant for shitting what is in my brain onto this blog.  You’ll be thrilled to know there is shitting of the brain to come this weekend, when I finally get a day off.

I came here to leave a short note about how there will be actual writing coming soon.  And look what happened: a bunch of words.

Also: Happy birthday, Daddy.

*Can I be B-rizzle, too, Brandy?